the lonelier version of you

useless apology

On a good note I got that boring office job I was under qualified for. I also had been going into the theater almost every day to practice with the others for the ballet. It was a lot of work but by week three I had started to get it all down. I hadn't seen or talked Patrick at all and I didn't plan on it. I still wondered what would of happened if I had answered the phone when I was crying on my bed three weeks ago. I was kind of relieved I hadn't talked to him, I was still pretty pissed.

Dancing in front of people made me uncomfortable. I was so used to doing it by myself. I didn't make any friends here, I just did what I had to do and left, but today was different.

I was putting my things in my floral backpack when someone just stood in front of me and looked at me.

I looked at the lady standing in my way, I could now see she was glaring at me. I didn't say anything, I just stared at her blankly.

"Everyday you just walk in here and not talk to anyone. Just because you got the lead part, you think you're so much better than everyone else." She said as if disgusted with me. I was confused.

"What?" I asked still dumbfounded. "I don't think I'm better than anyone else. Actually I don't even see how I got the lead." I said.

"Anne! Leave her alone!" I heard the voice of the older woman who was directing the ballet. She began to walk towards us and the girl whos name was Anne apologized more to the older woman than me and walked off.

"Don't worry about them. Their all just jealous that you have more grace and talent in that one leg than they have in their whole bodies." She said making me laugh. "By the way I don't think we've been properly introduced, I'm Bianca in charge of production." She said and I introduced myself as well. We had a short conversation about how I got into ballet before I headed home. On the way home Patrick called. I glared at my phone until it stopped ringing. It was only when I got home when I realized he had left me a voice mail.

I kicked off my muddy shoes from all the snow melting outside. I sat on my couch and listened to the voice mail.

"Hey, it's me Patrick. I know your mad at me Iris, and you have every right to be. I just wanted to apologize for the day I called and broke it off with you. Please call me when... if you get this. I'm sorry."

I had gotten what I wanted. He didn't mean it. It was just too late now. I didn't even think about calling him back. I could find someone else. Patrick waited far to long to leave this message.